Dro-Lun-Mosis grabbed her doctor's bag and began swiftly stuffing it with whatever supplies the clinic could spare. "I've already informed the Citadel Police that you'll be writing the scrips from now on," she said to her assistant, An-Seri-Ghosh, "If the Shyarn Syndicate gives you trouble, remind them all the good stuff's locked up at the station." Mosis grabbed a few med-patches and stuck them in her pockets along with her comlink "You know enough to take care of what can actually be taken care of at a clinic like this. The rest is either down to malnutrition, which you can't write a scrip for, or epidemic, which should be enough to get the Elders' attention." She hung the doctor's bag off her shoulder opposite the waterproof computer bag she carried her databases in.

"But why are you leaving so suddenly? Where are you going?" her assistant asked. Mosis reached to pick up the fusion lantern, but stopped. The clinic didn't have a backup generator. It needed the lantern more than she did. "Hope they have electricity" she said to herself before addressing her assistant, "All you need to know, all that is safe for you to know, is that someone has called in a favor, and there's a good chance I won't ever be back." "But-" Ghosh began. Mosis put her hands on her assistant's shoulders and looked her square in the eyes, "I wouldn't even be a doctor if not for this marker. I cannot ignore it."

There was a ping from Mosis's datapad. "Damn, the shuttle's already here," she said. "Listen, tell everyone I got a grant to start a clinic in an off-world refugee camp. I've left the clinic under your supervision with full faith in your abilities and management." She paused. "That last part is actually true." Mosis turned to leave, waving a hand in farewell. "You do good work, Ghosh, keep it up!"

When she arrived at the landing pad, a Lambda-class shuttle was waiting for her, engine hot, running lights off. All the message had said was:

"Senth-Osk-Resh, I need you to help me set up a hospital for a good cause. You know the one. Grab some supplies and settle your affairs, pickup is arriving within the hour."

Mosis whistled and said to herself, "By the Force, Anaba, what have you gotten me into?" as she boarded the landing ramp.

Justice: Dr. Mosis takes a dim view of governments that do not provide for their weakest citizens and of thugs who use pain and suffering as a means of control. This makes her doubly opposed to the Empire. She believes not just in providing for people in need of medical treatment, but in excising the victimizers who put people in the hospital in the first place.

Duty: Personnel (17): Dr. Mosis was brought into this rebellion to keep people alive and by the Force, that's what she's going to do. She doesn't hesitate to apply the principles of triage, but she is also not inclined to abandon people in need of treatment--even wounded Imperial soldiers.

Obligation: Favor (5): Dr. Mosis had to get help from a lot of people just to get into medical school, much less establish a clinic in an Outsider Citadel. She has managed to pay many of those favors back, but there are a few outstanding i.o.u.'s that she will have to make good on sooner or later.